Gas station cheeseburgers my principal nutrition Circumspectly small in quantity as quality Somehow not enough to make me fat but it is that By adaptation to my awkward situation Being nuts I get in ruts and do not do my best About things not poetry no doubt but for the rest I follow my instinct allow my intuition To take me how it takes though it makes a fool of me As to what and where and why I leave that to the sky Leaving it to me to be whatever I may be Living like an animal I find but mindfully Not knowing how but learning now turning as I go Though I turn in circles learning day by turning day Even though I never know I know me even so Gladly living madly in an awkward position Giving all the love I have before I have to die Life gives me another day to give my love away So I am again by love and curiosity When I am now as I have been so many years then As I was I am because how I will be again Coming as I have to be because actually Though I may be strange subject to change becoming free To make my mistakes now as it takes me how it takes Here as what I make of it is what it makes of me In my awkward situation of discovery These gas station cheeseburgers taste like reality +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIV